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Not so, my king! I cannot part

Without thy blessing, or in anger from thee,

Banish us not! the sacred right of guests

Still let us claim: so not eternally

Shall we be sever'd. Honor'd and belov'd

As mine own father was, art thou by me;

And this impression in my soul abides,

Let but the least among thy people bring

Back to mine ear the tones I heard from thee,

Or should I on the humblest see thy garb,

I will with joy receive him as a god,

Prepare his couch myself, beside our hearth

Invite him to a seat, and only ask

Touching thy fate and thee. Oh, may the gods

To thee the merited reward impart

Of all thy kindness and benignity!

Farewell! O turn thou not away, but give

One kindly word of parting in return!

So shall the wind more gently swell our sails,

And from our eyes with soften'd anguish flow,

The tears of separation. Fare thee well!

And graciously extend to me thy hand,

In pledge of ancient friendship.

THOAS (extending his hand)

Fare thee well!

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